Bill and Carla came bearing gifts—organic hamburger, spaghetti squash, mint, cukes. And, as always, Art.
Sadly "Spring Clean" is composed of the sticky traps I gave Bill (who has a morbid streak) a few months ago. He said he would donate it to me rather than the Met. Having just scored a whole new crop of this "art" in my absence (see earlier post), I can't really think of anything I'd less rather look at. The frame's nice, though. Maybe I'll give the Met a shot at it.
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